I am held prisoner by your skin
Things can be too still, the woods
I have a prosthetic soul
I thought, a dog barking, something fallen, broken
She carried a spotless white glove
I am standing where I stood before
An old lover, a glass of wine, crisps
Steam hisses, smells rise, people scurry
The red stripes are blood, the rest peppermint
I exist. I need to live.
"I think, therefore I am." >> "I remember thinking. Therefore I am me."
Not Just Somerset
I sink into your helplessness, dying
He was brown, but a new brown, a brown brown, different.
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